Gabriela Marie Milton’s “Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings” will be published soon by Vita Brevis Press. To read more about this, please go to, https://shortprose.blog/2020/03/18/my-poetry-book-passions-love-poems-and-other-writings-coming-soon-at-vita-brevis-press/.
Corona may be king,
For a time,
But the birds still sing,
And I have my rhyme.
When a young lady named Kate
Said, “you should self isolate”,
My good friend miss Iris
Said, “you don’t have the virus.
But Kate doesn’t like you mate!”.
Untried
Inside.
She kneels
In short skirt
And heels,
Looking for something on the shop floor.
Her dress rides up.
She will flirt,
Let them look.
But nothing more.
Yet, there can be no denial
That one day
Bess
Will say,
With a shy smile,
“Yes”.
Passing through,
I smile
At the graveyard tree
That will, outlast me.
Bought
Kisses
From fishes
Who can never be caught.
The fisherman wishes
For more,
Yet, catches only regret,
From girls who
Would have nothing to do
With him. Save that they,
Have debts to pay.
The breeze
In these trees
Blows free
And says to me,
“Recognise your mortality
And live free.
For ’tis better to die,
Than give up one’s liberty”.
And I,
Could not but agree.
Liberty is the mind unconfined.
It is the right to decide
Whether to remain at home, alone,
Or go outside
To walk,
Or talk
With friends.
Liberty has no ends
(Other than it’s own).
It is the right to be left alone
(Providing one respects the liberty
Of others to live free
Under law,
Where the state’s claw
Remains sheathed,
Save in case of direst need).
Yet we
Know not
What
It is to be
Free,
Until we are not.
Some say
That liberty,
To be
Free,
Is an abstract concept.
But, when it is taken away,
I suspect
That even the stupid may
Know what it is to be,
Free
There is something poignant about the sunshine.
A girl’s soft kiss
Is divine.
The bliss
Of fingers
That linger,
Intertwined in mine.
The light lingers,
A girl’s fingers
Still intertwine.
The night breeze
Will freeze
This heart
And art
Of mine.
K Morris - Poet 